Okay, this is a story about the Cullens adopting a little girl called Sara. She has some problems, but is really kind! This is about her. Liz is her social worker, by the way.

Disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Meyer, so I don't own Twilight

Liz's POV

Sara had been in the care system for years. That's what bothers me. She is a sweet, charming, considerate twelve-year-old, kind as can be, yet every time she gets taken out, she is branded as 'hard to manage' and 'difficult'. No one wants her, and I can't think why. I'm her social worker, and I should be helping her find a dream home. It doesn't seem possible. The only thing I can think of is her 'problem'. She finds it hard to understand the difference between reality and fiction. She is convinced that all fairy tales are real, or the few that she has heard, and so we stopped telling her them. She scares herself silly, thinking that the witch from snow white is coming for her. She needs help, but it doesn't make her unmanageable! What she really needs is a caring family, to guide her through this tough stage, and help her develop the understanding between realities and pretend.

Carlisle's POV

Esme is dead set on fostering a child to move in with us, and, despite all the problems we may face with it, the whole family has adopted the idea with good spirits. I think it may be a good idea to take a child that no one else wants though, that the social worker wants to get rid of, because part of me wants to be able to help a child with whatever issues they may have. So thus, we are heading over to a care home, on our way to our new home, Forks.

"Have you contacted the social worker of our arrival, darling?" I asked Esme, who was sitting in on the passenger seat of the car, sketching what appeared to be a room, probably a design of one in our new home.

"Yes. The social worker, Liz, said there's one girl that she's having problems placing." Pity flooded through me for the girl.

"What's the child's name?"

"Sara. She's twelve, and as charming as can be when she's at the home, but when she's been taken out by other families, she's always been sent back, though no one knows why."

"Why don't they ask her?"

"That's another minor issue. She will talk about anything, except herself. She will happily chat about the weather for hours, but when someone asks her opinion, she goes all shy, and doesn't respond, ignoring you entirely. The social worker has no idea what's going on. She was taken in when she was five, and they've never known her history. She was found wandering the streets. She didn't even know her name, thus they named her Sara."

"The poor girl. She really needs our help." I responded, and Esme nodded in agreement. I pulled into the care home, and there was a girl, sitting on the steps, reading a book, in a position like she wasn't supposed to. Then a woman came out, her black, knotty hair pulled into a messy pony-tail.

"Sara!" the woman scolded. "You know you're not supposed to be reading. They aren't true!" The woman exclaimed. Anger flooded through me. Why was a child not allowed the privilege to read?

"But they're true." Sara whispered, too quietly for the woman to hear, but Esme and I could pick it up perfectly. Esme took my hand, and we walked towards the pair.

"Hello, I'm Carlisle Cullen, and this is my wife, Esme." I stated to the woman, and her head pulled up, shocked. Esme smiled fondly at the child. I could already see her motherly instincts kick in.

"Oh, hello. I'm Liz, Sara's social worker. I'm sorry; we were expecting you a bit later." The woman said. Esme answered.

"I'm sorry, but we assumed traffic would be bad. How are you, my dear?" Esme asked Sara, and I saw a quick flash of pain sweep across her features, before she turned her head toward the gravelled floor, tracing patterns in the small stones. After conveying a sympathetic look between myself and Esme, Liz asked whether we would care to fill in the necessary paperwork.

"Of course. Will it take long?" I asked Liz, and she shook her head.

"No, not for Sara. Please, try to give her a chance to fit in before you send her back here, it only makes her more distressed." Liz said. I frowned. Why would she assume that we would send her back here? We certainly had no intension of doing anything of the sort.

"Okay." Esme said, glancing worriedly at me, before following Liz into the house. Sara stayed on the step, staring into space. I hoped Edward would be able to understand what was going on with her; we needed to know so we could help the poor girl.

After filling in the necessary paperwork, Sara was sitting in the back seat next to Esme, who was describing the family.

"They're all teenagers, but all very kind. Emmett's the big one," Esme said, pulling out the family photo from inside her handbag, put there for this specific reason, "Jasper and Rosalie are the blonde pair, they're brother and sister, Alice is the short one, and Edward's the last one." Esme said, undoubtedly pointing out each face as she spoke it. "And of course you know me and Carlisle."

"What am I to call you?" Sara asked quietly. It was the first time she had directly spoken to either of us, and I couldn't help the smile creeping across my mouth.

"Esme and Carlisle will be fine, dear. Everyone else are our adopted children as well, and they have always known us by our first names." Esme explained to Sara. "We're just moving into our new home, so please excuse us if everything isn't ship shape." Trust Esme to come out with the ship sayings. I knew she had a fondness of the water.

I pulled into the driveway of our new home, a large white building on the outskirts of Forks, surrounded by the forest. I heard Sara gasp.

"It's so pretty." She murmured, and I smiled, offering to take her bags for her. Esme took another, so she was only left with a relatively light shoulder bag.

"Welcome home," I said to her, and her whole face lit up.

"Are you ready to meet the family?" Esme asked her, and she nodded. Together we walked through the doorway, and I placed her bags next to the door.

"Hello everyone! Come and meet Sara!" Esme called, and everyone filed into the main sitting room.

Alice's POV

I had to force myself to sit still for five minutes while I waited for Carlisle and Esme to arrive with Sara. I knew it would be more than strange if I was waiting while they were arriving, saying I knew they would arrive. Instead, I contented myself with bouncing in my seat, whilst Jasper chuckled, grinning at me.

"I'm assuming they'll be here soon?" He asked, and I nodded.

"Three minutes and eight seconds." I replied, and he smiled, pecking me on the lips. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the car rolled into the driveway.

"They're here! They're here!" I exclaimed, jumping up and down on the bed. I heard the excited whispers of my siblings from across the hallway. None of us could wait for this new arrival into our family. We were forced to wait until Esme called us down, and we had to run at human speed down the stairs to meet Sara. She was wearing a peasant-style top with long sleeves, and a heavy skirt that almost swept the floor. The top was white, and her skirt a nice beige colour. On her feet she wore a pair of plain, beige slip-on shoes. Her hair was let down, and she wore no make-up. She had wonderful honey-blonde locks that would even make Rosalie jealous, and light brown eyes, framed with beautiful dark lashes. She really was beautiful, even for a human. Almost vampire-beauty level. There was something off about her though. I just couldn't think of what it was.

"Hello! I'm Alice!" I said, and ran over to her, hugging her on tip toes. I pouted slightly when I realised that she was taller than me. All the others giggled quietly, and then followed suite.

"I'm Jasper." Jasper said, smiling at her and pulling a wave of security over her.

"I'm Emmett," Emmett said, and hugged her. I saw her tense. Why did she do that? She hadn't when I had hugged her; maybe it was unexpected from a man of Emmett's size.

"Rosalie." Rosalie said, smiling at her.

"I'm Edward. It's a pleasure." Edward said, and smiled at her. She smiled back at everyone in turn.

"You have a wonderful house." She said politely.

"Thank-you my dear. Are you hungry?" Esme asked her, and Sara nodded slightly, but a worried look crossed her face.

"Follow me; the kitchen's this way." Esme told her, and Sara followed uncertainly. That was when I realised what was off about her. Her blood didn't smell tasty at all! I wasn't compelled to her in that way; but she didn't smell horrid, just floral if possible, in a non- appetising way. I wonder what made her like that.

I hope you guys liked that! We will have Sara's POV next! She's going to go into the forest. I have a little game for you as well. The first person to guess what happens in the forest gets me to update faster, and put reviews on each and every one of your stories! PM me with your ideas, or put them into a review. Good luck!

Kate x